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Secret Wendigo
If boys making out furiously and other...stuff freaks you out...by all means...STOP READING NOW.
You've been warned.
Dean breathed heavy in Sam's ear. "Did you even know his name?" He began to suckle at his brother's neck, inhaling the scent of his shampoo mixed with smoke and beer, holding tightly onto his hips, just above the low slung jeans.
Sam's head fell back against the wall.
Not getting an answer, Dean let his hand trail down to squeeze Sam's hard cock through his jeans. "I asked you if you knew his name."
"No. Did you know her name?" The question rolled off his tongue like acid.
Sam reached to touch Dean's face, but Dean pulled his head away and grabbed his wrists and pressed them against the wall at his brother's side. "Don't touch me. I just want you to stand there."
Sam complied silently, looking into his eyes as Dean unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them roughly down to his ankles. Dean could see lust in his brother's eyes; a look he recognized in women he'd been with in the past. It's the look that told Dean he could do whatever he wanted and Sam would beg for more.
Dean ran his lips across his jaw and down his chin, rough stubble pulling at his skin. Sam moved forward to kiss him, but he quickly pulled away.
"Were you going to let him do this?" Dean dipped his hand into Sam's blue boxers and began to stroke slowly. He nipped at Sam's neck, slowly kissing lower to his bare chest, feeling his heart beating rapidly under his lips.
"Was he going to get on his knees for you? Where were you going to do it?" Sam reached to touch him again. "Play by the rules Sammy, no touching."
He let out a frustrated moan at the rejection. "I wanna touch you too."
Dean lowered himself to his knees between his brother's legs, running his hands up and down Sam's thighs, spreading them and looking up into his eyes. "Do you like it when men suck you off in a bar bathroom?" He cupped Sam's balls through his boxers, kneading them gently with his fingers.
Dean meant his questions to be rhetorical. He didn't want answers to any of them, he just wanted to get his lips around his brother's dick and show him what a real blow job felt like and that drunk – whoever he was – had no chance of pleasing his brother like he knew he could.
Pressing a kiss to Sam's hip, he pulled the boxers down to his ankles and let Sam's cock rub against his cheek.
Sam reached out and grabbed Dean's short hair and angled his head up to look at him. "What are we doing?"
Dean marveled that Sam, even in his high, drunk state, knew this was wrong, but he just couldn't make himself care and he ignored Sam's question.
"I've imagined you lying on the bed in front of me naked with your cock in your hand, begging to be sucked." Dean ran his tongue once over the bottom of his brother's dick, leaving a glistening stripe of spit. "You've always tried to please me Sam, why would this be any different?"
Sam nodded and kicked his boots off and stepped out of the clothes bunched at his ankles.
"Lay on the bed for me and I'll make sure you enjoy that high."
Sam moved towards his bed. Dean watched as Sam moved slowly, feeling his way as he went. He lowered himself onto his back, spreading his legs, one arm propped behind his head.
Dean hastily removed his clothes, and stood naked at the base of the bed. "What do you want?" Dean asked massaging his erect cock.
"What do you want?" Sam reached up and began stroking himself in response.
"What were you going to ask that guy to do to you?" Dean crawled up the bed and took Sam's hand off his cock.
"He told me he'd suck my dick if I sucked him off after."
Dean lowered his head and began kissing Sam's hip, then turned his head and blew hot breath on Sam's hard cock. "Close your eyes."
Sam obeyed and was rewarded with long, wet licks down his length. Dean took the swollen head into his mouth and twirled his tongue around the tip. He flicked his tongue, teasing.
Sam's mouth fell open and he spread his legs further, grabbing Dean's short hair, forcing his mouth further down the shaft. Dean didn't resist when Sam began thrusting up into his mouth.
Moans filled the motel room and Dean ground his cock into the bed, rough cloth grinding into him. He felt his brother at the back of his throat and relaxed, letting him take charge.
"Gonna come Dean…"
Dean steadied Sam's hips and took control as Sam came hard into his mouth. He swallowed with difficulty around Sam's thick cock, which was slowly softening. He sat up and wiped his chin.
Sam lay with his head back and eyes closed. Dean's dick was painfully throbbing for release and he climbed further up to straddle Sam's shoulders.
"You're gonna suck me off now, just like you were gonna do for your boyfriend at the bar."
Dean grabbed the base of his cock and angled it into Sam's mouth.
Sam reached behind him, grabbing his ass, and guided him in slowly, showing Dean how far he could go. He began to rhythmically setting a pace for Dean to fuck his face.
"You're a fuckin' slut you know that? I can't believe you were going to let some guy you just met do this to you. Little innocent Sammy's not so innocent is he?"
In response, Sam gripped his ass tighter, deep throating his dick. Dean held tightly to the headboard and let Sam take control. "I think you've done this before. You are far too good of a cocksucker for this to be your first time. It's not, is it?"
Sam moaned around his dick, and slid his fingers to massage Dean's tight hole.
"Oh fuck, Sammy. I'm gonna come." Dean pulled out of Sam's mouth and began to jerk his cock in front of his face. Two quick strokes and come was spilling onto his brother's lips.
"You're gonna be my slut now."
"I've always wanted to be yours Dean. It's you I was imagining when that guy was kissing me."
Dean moved down and lay next to him. He used his fingers to rub his come onto Sam's lips like some kind of obscene gloss. He leaned in sucked on Sam's lips, his tongue gently probing his hot mouth. They wrapped their arms around each other, embracing intimately for the first time.
They broke and Dean pulled a corner of the sheet over to wipe Sam's face clean, and then his.
"Why didn't you ever tell me?"
"'Cause you're my brother, Dean. What was I s'pose to say?"
Dean cradled Sam's face and smiled. "Thank you for taking a night off with me."
"Can we do it again?"
Dean wasn't sure if Sam was talking about taking a night off together or something more.
"Absolutely."
The End.
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